A long way from this abiding place
to the main road
unfamiliar strides wonder by
New expressions of suburbia ,
glass windows hold no time –
and will not
stop to bring a presence
On brick paved pathway
children were seen ,
catching torn petals
swirling by northern winds
A young girl ,
Leaves me a spotty ball
amidst a myriad of rocks
that glisten in the noon light
A self – drawn left hand
on a page of soft tissue
Long ago
there was the patter of your feet
lingering lavender
in your hair –
And trusting laughter
in full cry
Portrait of you
will rest on the wall
The familiar version of you
unscarred
Long before you tasted….human violence
(C) Copyright , Dinka Bednjacic 2017.
Dinka Bednjacic 